The long trail: A story of African adventureStrang, Herbert
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The long trail: A story of African adventure
Strang, Herbert
Adventure stories; Africa -- Juvenile fiction; Black people -- Africa -- Juvenile fiction
"A surprise for them instead of the one they intended for me,"
thought Royce. "I hope they won't try it again; it is hateful to
shoot the poor wretches, but there's nothing else for it if they
attack."
Only the knowledge of the miseries these pests of the country had
inflicted on scores of peaceable villages reconciled Royce to the
part he felt himself called upon to play.
He seized the occasion to impress upon his men the necessity for
watchfulness while on duty.
"Your falling asleep," he said to the two repentant sentries, "might
have led to the capture of the fort, and the death or enslavement of
all of us. Take care in future."
During the day it occurred to him that the men would be all the
better for active employment. At the same time, in view of the
attempted surprise, it was advisable still further to strengthen
their defences.
Accordingly, he set them to dig a ditch a few feet inside the wall.
The proper place for it was outside, of course; but to dig it there
would expose them to danger. Moreover, the Tubus might fill it up or
bridge it. If it were inside, on the other hand, it would form an
unexpected obstacle should they scale the wall.
There was not enough water to make a moat of it; but, dug to a depth
of several feet, it would seriously embarrass the attackers, even
though dry.
The men at the north-east corner, when they had dug about six feet
below the surface, came suddenly upon something hard, upon which the
sharpened stones they used as spades made no impression. They
reported the discovery to Royce, who went to the spot and jumped down
so that he might examine the obstruction.
It proved to be a course of brickwork. Taking the spade, Royce dug
the earth away from its edge for several feet, wondering what purpose
the bricks served.
[Illustration: THE DISCOVERY IN THE DITCH]
Perhaps, he thought, they were part of some building still more
ancient than the fort itself. It would be interesting to excavate
more thoroughly, and find out whether anything of value, in the shape
of old weapons, coins, or pottery, lay beneath the foundations.
But that must be a task for the future. At present the business in
hand was the completion of the ditch. The bricks being almost level
with the bottom of the part which had already been dug out, he
decided that it was unnecessary to remove them, and he ordered the
men to go on with their work in another direction.
By dusk that evening the ditch was half finished. Royce, after
eating his scanty supper, was sitting alone, tired out, wondering
what had happened to Challis, whether he would succeed in getting
help, how long it would be before he came back.
All at once he heard a shout of alarm, followed by a cry of pain.
Springing up, he rushed in the direction of the sounds. The whole
garrison was in a ferment, and two of the men had reached the scene
before him.
"What is it?" he cried, thinking that perhaps some of the men had
been quarrelling.
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